Whether it be that small moment that you end up silently questioning for years,
Or that huge wake up call where true colours are revealed,
where you’re left feeling like somebody ripped your heart from your chest,
the fact is,


Betrayal is inevitable

Through the depths of despair
I remained gasping for air
Fresh air, a fresh start
A mended, wholesome forgiving heart

You, a walking paradox,
Me, collateral damage
Maybe one day you’ll rid me of my baggage

Until then, I’ll try to repair the wreckage

do you know how it feels?
to have to look a certain way?
to act a certain way?

do you know how it feels?
to fight against a backwards mentality?
to be sexually objectified?
to keep quiet to appease fragile egos?

do you know how it feels?
to be treated as though you are replaceable?
to be treated as though you are incapable of possessing your own entity?

do you know how it feels?
to be treated as though the best thing you have to offer is between your legs, rather than what circulates within your mind?

do you know how it feels... to be a woman?

in your arms a haven for my soul
your heartbeat, my lullaby
you whispered in my ear
sweetheart you are ethereal
heartbreakingly beautiful
innocent
untouched
So you touched

I am wandering around aimlessly
Feeling like a failure, disappointment
So easily hurt by the realities of the world
With so much pain and suffering
Is it normal to be happy?
I am the paradigm of a girl who looks like she has everything, but feels she has nothing

If I have found someone to love,
Why do people think their god would be opposed to love in its purest form?
Free from the physicality?

Engrossed in technology
We forget how to communicate
Not with our fingers on a screen
But with our mouths, with our minds
All the obsession with perfection

It makes reality seem satisfactory

Its beauty is unlike no other, so short-lived but never ending,
It disappears like it never existed
It reappears and captures the eye of every soul


I wish to be the sunset

they ask me nothing of myself,
nothing of my mind,
nothing of my values,
nothing of my morals,
but speaking of themselves is easy,

my appearance may be part of who I am, but it does not define me

I want to be touched
Even if it’s pretend
Even if you don’t mean it
Touch me gently
Run your fingertips across my skin
Hold me tighter and tighter
Kiss me softly whilst you hug me
Even if it’s pretend
Even if you don’t mean it
Tell me you love me

It’s difficult, the thing we call trust,
It’s hard when it’s broken,
The worries it brings,
It follows you around,
Abruptly approaches you, when you don’t expect, when you’re not prepared,
But it’s always there to remind you,
Of that putrid feeling,
On an empty stomach,
That shock,
Betrayal,
The sadness